Max the GI-normous Maine Coon cat has quite the set-up in our bedroom. It's called Max TV. He sits at the edge of the top of our wardrobe, head under the shade, and stares out the window at the tree rats that climb around outside in the branches. Tonight, Hubby runs by the living room and outside, saying Max had pushed the screen out. The big goof had dropped two stories and was sitting there with this "wha' happened?" look on his face.
A little later one of my young mini-weiners (Spike) is yelping in his run like a cougar is shaking him to death. I run out to save him. Apparently he's caught a nail in the chain link. Inside he goes for a nail trim and some lovin', while his girlfriend Dru yaps and screams indignantly because he's getting all the attention.
Our neighbors love us.